The Bloodhaired, Demon Eyed Kid.

It was time.

Satannos turtled the streets of Dol-Guldur, once known as the mighty Metro City, smitten during the Second Great War. He really zoned out who this "Johannes Drak", "Lord Zenevas" and "Dark God Zenevas", or who his best ally, "Samael" or "John Vigo" is.

He was too busy to not to anything to read the news.

Still wearing his straitjacket, he has no plan of going full monty. It was just a day since he escaped the funny farm, and he was sure the rabbit coats are out to fetch him back to his cage.

Still turtling the streets, he whispered to himself, "I wonder how turtle-hair's doing."

He paused to look at his twin on one of the nearby mirrors, doing exactly as he is doing. He showed full white corns. It did look like turtle-hair, only that his hair is blood.

"Me like delete turtle-hair."

Sang immediately snapped, "Start walking or I shall make you do it."

Satannos sighed, "Fine, lady that writes in the board that isn't green."

"An Intruder!..."Arkutype notices patrolling the borders. "A new one...newbiez...FOOD.." he yelped.

Suddenly, a ringing interrupted his mental feast. "The Oath..."

Arakutype glided down before the creature. Just a few meters in front of the person. "Take the Oath or die!"

Satannos looked at the strange being with wild eyes. He plucked the air. No reaction.

He parroted to the right. Still no reaction.

"You don't have red elixir," whispered Satannos, "Interesting."

He plucked towards what the stranger has said.

"Oath...what Oath?"

"The Oath of Blood and Flesh. It is an Oath to the Dark God that binds you to him. You will forever *Gurgles* be a servant and enforcer of him!" Arakutype screeched coming a bit more closer.

"Take it, take the Oath, Intruder! Or I will have a very early feast!" He said.

"I must warn you," mouthed Satannos, eyeing the strange creature before him, "I don't taste good."

"I told you escaping the asylum at this time is a bad idea," blurted Sang.

"Shut yer trap," whispered Satannos. He quickly looked at Arakutype, "Well then, and if I say I don't want to take the Oath?"

"Your taste does not need to be sweet or *gurgles* salty." Arakutype said. "All I care is that I have food to eat and you seem to be one unless you take the Oath."

"There are things that happen to those who do take the Oath, those are the best things that can happen, yet to those who don't I can assure you, that the Dark God will make every second a painful hell." A visible change in the blob's voice was heard.

"...Or I can eat you..*gurgles*" It changed back.

A spike came forth from his hand. "Take the Oath..."

"I was praying for some more excitement before I take this Oath," said Satannos, reverting from his dorkish self. "My apologies but I can really be a boo-boo. I want to make it a glass that I wish to meet with his Priestess, first."

"If you can't do that," said Satannos, "Then I can't take this Oath."

A burst of blue light exploded from the Tower of Dark Sorcery. Ifurita landed in front of them. "Peace, Arakutype. Greetings mortal...I extend my apologies but Arakutype takes his post with zealotry. However I must insist that you take the Oath." She held onto her Powerkey Syaff but then, a booming sound, like a thousand thunderbolts echoed.
LET HIM ENTER INTO MY TEMPLE, FOR I SEE THAT HE IS WORTHY OF OUR CAUSE The Dark One had spoken.
Ifurita bowed and turned to Arakutype. "Lord Arakutype, servant of Samael, guide him to the temple of the Dark God "

Satannos bowed down. A smirk can be seen beneath his blood hair.

Bloodish-red aura churned around him, he immediately calmed down.

"You must be High Priestess Ifurita, I presume?"

"Let's go child." Arakutype said grimly. "The Dark God awaits your presence."

Arakutype led him into the passages of Dol-Guldur. They stopped at the entrance of the Temple.

"Enter the temple. Your journey begins now." The blob said to the child.

He looked at the blob, and then at the temple. It was dark, eerie, and chilling. He didn't shrug, he didn't hesitate. It's all according to what he's heard inside. He bowed down, curled his lips, like a banana, and walked inside.